Chapter 40 – Gabriella
This might be the craziest thing I’d ever done. I wasn’t some sex fiend. Or exhibitionist. Anyone could find us! But Liam was having such a shit night. The stares. The whispers! And then that asshat who commented about the mask; who said that to someone?!
I only wanted to make it better.
So, I concocted this half-baked plan. Now I waited, sitting on the leather chair that probably cost more than a Honda Accord.
My dress was loosely back in place, and I thanked the saints for the thick shadows across the room.
There were pieces of furniture between me and the luxurious, masculine home office space before the single exit point.
I would see anyone coming through the door, which was exactly what happened a moment later when the devil strode inside.
Squeaking, I shot to my feet only to slap my hand over my chest. “You found me.”
Liam’s stormy gaze caught in the shaft of light before he closed the door.
The room plunged back into darkness.
I held my breath, listening hard. There wasn’t a sound. He either wasn’t breathing, or he was used to stalking his prey.
A delicious shiver raced down my spine.
I hoped he liked this crazy idea. He wouldn’t be here if he didn’t, right?
Inching forward, I stretched out my hands. Crap, my sight wasn’t adjusting fast enough from the burst of hall light. Why hadn’t I turned on the lamp in the corner? I bit my lip.
The monster was there.
Was he coming for me?
This waiting was an intoxicating type of foreplay, but I was nervous about being caught up here. There wasn’t a good explanation if one of the Grimaldis found us—
My head snapped back as a brutal grasp tugged my hair.
Pain skittered across my scalp, but the hot breath that fanned across my throat turned it into a whisper of pleasure.
“Found you, little bird.”
My breath came in short, quick bursts as the masked devil slid his touch down my front. He’d moved behind me, and I hadn’t even felt him whisper past me in the dark.
“This fecking dress,” he rasped against my pulse.
“Don’t you like it?” I whispered, grabbing a fistful of the material in each hand.
“I do.” He tugged at it, the loose material falling down my chest and the straps sliding down my arms. “Now take. It. Off.”
“Here?” I squeaked.
Sure, I came up here to do stuff. But I thought a quick blow job or a tumble with our clothing on would be safer!
Liams lips pressed behind my ear. “These people aren’t my friends. Fucking my wife in their home would be fitting, no?”
With that kind of logic….
I can’t believe I’m doing this.
Those words chanted through my mind on repeat as I shimmied the material over my hips. It fell away, and I stood in nothing but my panties, since the bodice had enough support that I hadn’t worn a bra.
“On your hands and knees.” Liam tugged my hair while pushing my shoulder in a clear warning. “I’m going to ruin you.”
In the best way possible.
I sank to the ground, still caught in his powerful grasp. There was no point struggling. Liam was a wall of muscle, and I didn’t want to run around naked. Which was unfortunate, because a house like this was made to be chased in.
“I decided that I like the house,” I confessed, arching my back as his gloved touch brushed down the length of my spine.
“Do you now?” he rumbled.
The sound of his zipper opening sent shivers of anticipation straight to my core. Liam slid his cock against the center of my panties. The wetness was obvious, but his groan still made me smile.
My words came out as a purr.
“Yes, we could have fun in a place this big,” I suggested, tipping into him.
With a vicious tug, Liam pulled the panties aside. The tip of his cock pressed against my entrance, and he sank into my heat. I whimpered at the sudden invasion.
“We already are.” With those words, he began to move.
Liam thrust into me hard.
My fingers scrambled for purchase on the slippery rug. The grip on my hair never relaxed, which forced my neck back. Every time I moved there was a bite of pain, but the pleasure of him sliding in and out was more than enough to make it better.
“I fecking love how you give yourself to me in the dark,” he growled in my ear. “Don’t worry, little bird, you’ll never have to see me without the mask again.”
“What?” I gasped, brain too hazy from the pleasure he doled out to comprehend his meaning.
“I know I repulse you. That I’m not your idea of a happy ending with kids and a family.” His laugh was rueful. “But you’re mine, Gabriella. And if that means I wear this bleeding mask till the day I die, so be it.”
O, Madonna Santa. No….
Liam was going to think I left because of his physical condition.
When I ran, when I made my past my future, he would blame himself.
How in the hell did I convince him that it wasn’t true?
Little notes in my journal wouldn’t be enough.
He was going to think I didn’t want to be with him because he was scarred, when that was the furthest thing from the truth.
There was no fixing that.
The only option was to stay.
But how the hell was I supposed to do that? Even if I stopped torturing myself by going to the park, I would know that a piece of me lived not ten minutes away.
I swallowed a sob and focused on staying upright. My arms began to shake with the exertion, and I couldn’t wrestle properly with the mixture of feelings swirling inside me.
The crack of the door made me gasp in shock. Instantly, his gloved hand clapped over my mouth as his weight pressed along my back.
I tried to scramble to my feet, but Liam was unmovable.
But that didn’t mean he was still.
Oh, hell no! The devil continued to move.
I remained frozen, on all fours, fucked raw from behind, as two figures ducked inside the office.
“Nico, let me go!” a sweet, southern drawl sniped.
The man let out an annoyed growl. “Fine.”
“Thank you.” A pause. “Why did you bring me up here?”
“I just—I just needed you to myself for a minute.”
His voice sounded…strained.
They were going to catch us! The furniture hid our bodies, but there was enough light from the partially open door that made our hiding spot utterly stupid! Plus! I could see the side of his arm and the leg of the maid.
“I was only talking,” the woman scolded. “To your guests, might I add.”
Something rough collided with something unyielding. A fist to the wall?
“I don’t like the way he was looking at you, Magnolia.”
His voice was definitely strained. And also full of some other emotion.
But I couldn’t freaking focus. Because Liam chose that moment to release my hair and slide his bare fingers against my pussy. The friction from the panties combined with the rough pad of his fingers to create a combination that had me seeing stars.
I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from making a sound.
While his movements were shallower, full of a wicked control, Liam continued to fuck me as the mafia prince and the maid had what sounded like a lover’s spat.
“Che cazzo fai! Magnolia, see reason!” the Grimaldi pleaded.
The pretty little maid laughed. “What are you going to do? Kill every man who looks my way?”
There was another pregnant pause.
Liam tweaked my clit, and I nearly cried out.
“If I have to,” the mafia prince swore.
This time, her responding laugh had a sad note to it. “Your grandfather will just love that.”
“Magnolia, please—”
“No, Nico. We come from two different worlds. You don’t get to put a claim on me in secret.”
As she spoke, the door widened.
Light fell across my face, and my body seized tight with fear.
Liam drove into me faster. His fingers rubbed and swirled harder.
Beyond, the man passed through the opening, head bowed in defeat.
But the woman? The maid? She paused, threw a look over her shoulder, looked me dead in the eye, staring right into my soul—
And freaking winked at me!
I orgasmed around Liam’s throbbing cock. When the door slammed closed, I released a strangled scream. I might have died if it didn’t feel so damn good.
At the same time, Liam bottomed out, thrusting to the hilt. He pressed me against him and with a low, tortured groan, came hard inside me. My pussy continued to spasm around his length, milking every drop from his cock.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” I gasped when his gloved hand fell away.
Breathing hard, he ran his hands up and down my sides. “Who knew my pretty little wife was such a bad girl?”
It was meant to be praise.
But there was too much truth there to make me smile.